After a week, Zheng Ke hardly had a good rest.

In the morning, he gave a three-hour lecture, and sometimes, he had to demonstrate to the students. Although it seems complicated, some of the basics of Western food have indeed been reviewed again.

In the afternoon, he read the recipes, and in the evening, Bai Shilongyi extracted a certain page of recipes, and asked Zheng Ke to make new dishes according to the ingredients. In the first two days, Zheng Ke was indeed very popular, and he was busy for three or four hours before Bai Shilong nodded.

But later, with the integration of basic knowledge and more and more recipes to remember, Zheng Ke's grasp of this cooking method also found a rule, and the dishes he made made made Bai Shilongichi have nothing to say.

"Those three cookbooks, you're really not going to ask for them?"

The day before the start of the race, Bai Shilongyi drove Zheng Ke to the designated hotel.

"Senior Sister Xuanli said that I have to learn to integrate and not rely on these recipes. ”

Actually, what Zheng Ke wanted was Hongplating's teaching materials, but Baishi Longyi just didn't give it, and he didn't have a way.

"By the way, when will the students of your school graduate?" Zheng Ke asked rhetorically.

"Two or three weeks, right?" Bai Shilong thought for a moment.

"Be sure to keep it for me. Zheng Ke advised.

"What do you want so many chefs for?" asked Bai Shilong, puzzled.

"Nonsense, it is estimated that tomorrow the guest pavilion will let the restaurant operate alone, I want to save a little manpower, I can't do any work, I have to do it myself, right?"

Besides, he won't have time to take care of those restaurants next year.

"Okay. I'll call you then. ”

The two of them didn't say a word, and soon arrived at the designated hotel for the game-Tianfang North Garden.

"It's a big deal, I even found you a five-star hotel. Bai Shilongyi parked the car in front of the hotel, looked at the hotel more than 100 meters high, and sighed, "By the way, where is your game going on? ”

"It seems to be the National Natatorium, right?" Zheng Ke wasn't quite sure.

"Yes, it's even more magnificent than chartering Tianfang Beiyuan. Bai Shiryuichi sighed helplessly, "I knew that I also participated." ”

"There's still a chance next year. Zheng Ke gritted his teeth and smiled.

"Or goodbye...... I'm ashamed to compare myself with you. Bai Shilongyi said angrily.

Zheng Ke knew that his mind was not on this, so he chuckled, went over the knife box and luggage in the back row, and said goodbye to Bai Shilongyi.

As soon as he got off Shiraishi Longyi's car, reporters on both sides of the red carpet immediately surrounded him.

"Hello Mr. Zheng, I'm a reporter from Food Weekend, may I ask, what are your expectations for this competition?" a female reporter stretched out a voice recorder in front of Zheng Ke.

"Qualify. Zheng Ke said with a smile.

"Then in this competition, you and Chef Kikuchi are the favorites to qualify, who do you think has more advantages than her?" another male reporter threw out a sharp question.

"Chef Kikuchi's cooking skills are very high, and I still need to continue to learn. Zheng Ke narrowed his eyes and said softly.

"Aside from you and Chef Kikuchi, are you more optimistic about that contestant?" the female reporter continued.

"I can't answer that question yet, because I don't know anything about the other players. ”

Zheng Ke continued to walk forward, and the reporter followed closely behind.

Surrounded by reporters, Zheng Ke came to the front desk of the hotel and handed his participation card and student ID card to the staff, and the staff handed the room card to Zheng Ke.

"Okay guys, that's all for today, there's a game tomorrow, I'm going to rest first. After Zheng Ke greeted the reporters, he walked towards the elevator alone.

Two or three other reporters tried to follow, but were immediately stopped by other reporters.

"Let Mr. Zheng rest first, there will be a game tomorrow. ”

The two or three reporters opened their mouths, and finally agreed with the other reporters.

Zheng Ke pulled the suitcase that Bai Shilong bought for him, entered the elevator, and was just about to close the elevator door, when he immediately heard someone say "wait a minute" from behind.

As he spoke, two figures rushed into the elevator.

"Thank you...... Eh, is that you?" exclaimed.

Zheng Ke also heard the voice a little familiar, turned his head to look at the person who spoke, and found that it was the two representatives of the Han Kingdom, as if they were from some Huiying Academy.

Anyway, it didn't have much to do with him, and he didn't bother to remember the name of the school.

"So it's you?" Zheng Ke said casually.

"Hehe, I didn't expect you to be a representative of Japan. Park Shenyong looked at Zheng Ke with disdain.

"Didn't I say it a long time ago? We'll meet during the game, you wouldn't have guessed, right?" Zheng Ke looked at Park Shenyong's eyes, full of pity, "Also, I'm not a representative of Japan, I only represent myself, or, at most, you can think of me as a representative of Yuanyue Academy." ”

"I don't care who you represent, I must let you know that your cuisine has no advantage in front of my great cuisine - I must trample you under my feet. Park Shenyong said through gritted teeth.

"Alas, it's autumn. Zheng Ke sighed, "Grasshoppers are so pitiful." By the way, you seem to have arrived. ”

The elevator doors slowly opened.

"You're not with us?" Park Shin-yong asked rhetorically.

"Why are you with you?" Zheng Ke looked at his room card, "I'm still on it." ”

Park Shen bravely stepped out of the elevator, but his mind kept thinking about a question, but he never had an idea, so he turned around and asked Li Dongcheng: "What happened to the autumn and grasshoppers that the kid said just now?"

Li Dongcheng lowered his head and did not make a sound.

"You don't even know this, do you?"

"Young Master, do you really want to hear it?" Li Dongcheng's gaze swept on Park Shenyong's face, Park Shenyong's face was hideous, and there were bloodshots in his eyes, and it was not difficult to see that he was in a very bad mood.

"Nonsense, I don't want to hear it and ask you?" Park Shin-yong shouted out the words almost from his throat.

This is a Chinese proverb, the grasshopper in autumn can't jump for a few days. Li Dongcheng said in a low voice.

"Grasshopper, won't you talk about me, will you?" Park Shenyong's face turned hideous because of anger, "Zheng Ke! I must make you regret it!"

Park Shin-yong raised his foot and kicked at the trash can on the side. Then, a scream echoed in the hallway, and Park Shin-yong clutched his feet and fell on the carpet, convulsing.

"Young Master, what's wrong with you?" Li Dongcheng hurriedly squatted down, looking at Pu Shenyong, whose face was extremely distorted, and looked a little flustered.

Soybean's sweat oozed from Park Shin-yong's forehead, his eyes were full of tears, and painful moans came out from the depths of his throat and through his nose, and after a while, most of the pain disappeared before he said slowly: "This garbage can, TMD is made of stone!"